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April Rain Song - Poem by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Comments about April Rain Song by Langston Hughes

  • Suryendu Chaudhury 9/30/2020 11:14:00 AM

    A simple poem it seems apparently but can be decoded to produce a jewel. Reply

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  • Quoth Theraven 9/29/2020 9:27:00 AM

    Can you ever miss the bone chilling dampness that drums out its sad refrain...
    The floating boats, and whistled happy notes remembered in the rain.

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  • Sachidananda Panda 7/11/2020 1:29:00 PM

    " The rain makes running pools in the gutter
    The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night" a typical experience unless personally felt... it can't come up in the lines of poetry... loved it..

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  • Yousef 3/5/2020 11:36:00 AM

    One of the best poems by far. It makes great harmony and the poem speaks loud for everybody to hear! Reply

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  • ANKWASA HARLORD 12/28/2019 10:52:00 AM

    Add a comment.let it wash your tears away wow wonderfully crafted Reply

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  • John Parker 11/21/2019 8:50:00 AM

    Good medicine for this rainy day! Reply

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  • naida nepascua-supnet 8/21/2019 9:25:00 AM

    let the rain hide your pain
    let it replenish your brain
    let it flow let it bathe you
    then you won't be so blue.

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  • Nuzhat Shireen 8/1/2019 2:56:00 AM

    I like this poem
    it reaches my heart
    making me happy

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Song Poems
  1. 1. April Rain Song
    Langston Hughes
  2. 2. A Fairy Song
    William Shakespeare
  3. 3. A Song Of Despair
    Pablo Neruda
  4. 4. Song Of Nature
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  5. 5. A Song
    Walt Whitman
  6. 6. A Drinking Song
    William Butler Yeats
  7. 7. A Sort Of A Song
    William Carlos Williams
  8. 8. The Arrow And The Song
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  9. 9. Juke Box Love Song
    Langston Hughes
  10. 10. A Faery Song
    William Butler Yeats
  11. 11. Love Song
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  12. 12. Siren Song
    Margaret Atwood
  13. 13. Autumn Song
    Katherine Mansfield
  14. 14. Never Again Would Bird's Song Be The Same
    Robert Frost
  15. 15. Song
    Allen Ginsberg
  16. 16. Song Of The Open Road
    Walt Whitman
  17. 17. De Rong Song
    Benjamin Zephaniah
  18. 18. A Song
    William Blake
  19. 19. The Wild Flower's Song
    William Blake
  20. 20. Song
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  21. 21. Autumn Song
    Sarojini Naidu
  22. 22. Laughing Song
    William Blake
  23. 23. A Riddle Song
    Walt Whitman
  24. 24. A Cradle Song
    William Butler Yeats
  25. 25. An Indian Love Song
    Sarojini Naidu
  26. 26. Cradle Song
    William Blake
  27. 27. Love Song For Lucinda
    Langston Hughes
  28. 28. A Line-Storm Song
    Robert Frost
  29. 29. Song
    John Donne
  30. 30. A Song Of Enchantment
    Walter de la Mare
  31. 31. The Aim Was Song
    Robert Frost
  32. 32. A Song Of Sherwood
    Alfred Noyes
  33. 33. The Mad Gardener's Song
    Lewis Carroll
  34. 34. The Delight Song Of Tsoai-Talee
    Navarre Scott Momaday
  35. 35. A War Song To Englishmen
    William Blake
  36. 36. Autumn River Song
    Li Po
  37. 37. The Song Of Wandering Aengus
    William Butler Yeats
  38. 38. Love Song
    William Carlos Williams
  39. 39. Love Song
    Dorothy Parker
  40. 40. The Song Of Despair
    Pablo Neruda
  41. 41. Song
    Edgar Allan Poe
  42. 42. Love Song
    William Butler Yeats
  43. 43. A Song Of The Future.
    Sidney Lanier
  44. 44. Song For The Rainy Season
    Elizabeth Bishop
  45. 45. A Smuggler's Song
    Rudyard Kipling
  46. 46. Autumn Song
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  47. 47. Snow Song
    Sara Teasdale
  48. 48. The Cat's Song
    Marge Piercy
  49. 49. Mad Song
    William Blake
  50. 50. Song
    Alfred Noyes

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  1. A Song

    COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies; I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks; By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades. For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10 For you! for you, I am trilling these songs, In the love of comrades, In the high-towering love of comrades.

  2. A Fairy Song

    Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

  3. Song Of Nature

    Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong. No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill, I sit by the shining Fount of Life, And pour the deluge still; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along the centuries From race on race the rarest flowers, My wreath shall nothing miss. And many a thousand summers My apples ripened well, And light from meliorating stars With firmer glory fell. I wrote the past in characters Of rock and fire the scroll, The building in the coral sea, The planting of the coal. And thefts from satellites and rings And broken stars I drew, And out of spent and aged things I formed the world anew; What time the gods kept carnival, Tricked out in star and flower, And in cramp elf and saurian forms They swathed their too much power. Time and Thought were my surveyors, They laid their courses well, They boiled the sea, and baked the layers Or granite, marl, and shell. But he, the man-child glorious,-- Where tarries he the while? The rainbow shines his harbinger, The sunset gleams his smile. My boreal lights leap upward, Forthright my planets roll, And still the man-child is not born, The summit of the whole. Must time and tide forever run? Will never my winds go sleep in the west? Will never my wheels which whirl the sun And satellites have rest? Too much of donning and doffing, Too slow the rainbow fades, I weary of my robe of snow, My leaves and my cascades; I tire of globes and races, Too long the game is played; What without him is summer's pomp, Or winter's frozen shade? I travail in pain for him, My creatures travail and wait; His couriers come by squadrons, He comes not to the gate. Twice I have moulded an image, And thrice outstretched my hand, Made one of day, and one of night, And one of the salt sea-sand. One in a Judaean manger, And one by Avon stream, One over against the mouths of Nile, And one in the Academe. I moulded kings and saviours, And bards o'er kings to rule;-- But fell the starry influence short, The cup was never full. Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more, And mix the bowl again; Seethe, fate! the ancient elements, Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain. Let war and trade and creeds and song Blend, ripen race on race, The sunburnt world a man shall breed Of all the zones, and countless days. No ray is dimmed, no atom worn, My oldest force is good as new, And the fresh rose on yonder thorn Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

  4. A Song Of Despair

    The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked. In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From you the wings of the song birds rose. You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank! In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded. Lost discoverer, in you everything sank! You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on. Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost, I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you. Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness. and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar. There was the black solitude of the islands, and there, woman of love, your arms took me in. There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle. Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms! How terrible and brief my desire was to you! How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds. Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired. And the tenderness, light as water and as flour. And the word scarcely begun on the lips. This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank! Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you, what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned! From billow to billow you still called and sang. Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel. You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well. Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank! It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables. The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore. Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything. It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!